Chapter 407: 570 chapters, to the blind two-stringed fiddle artist A Bing
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570 chapters, to the blind two-stringed fiddle artist A Bing
57o chapters, to the blind two-stringed fiddle artist A Bing
At the foot of Kind Mountain
gurgling flow
is not a clear spring
That is your bleeding tear
It is your heavy heart's rhythm
You cannot see the beauty of the moonlight
But the moonlight in your heart compares
The moonlight in reality is still beautiful
Perhaps you do not want to see that
The ugliness and turbidity of reality
Only the god of fate has concealed
Your gaze
Oh, the homeland of vast civilization
You can contain the Three Mountains and Five Peaks
Why let a treasure-holding
artist wander the streets?
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